Free to go - going traceless
Burning tires on the asphalt
From nightmares of the cities
Folk escapes by means of cars

Even bulky as that tanks
Lincolns, Buick, Cadillacs
Elegant models Mustangs,
Lamborgini, Teslas, Codas.

Allegedly they know the cost of the game
It appeared a blood feud against cities
Hit a gas, gosh forbid to burn sparking plugs,
Harm or damage engine or something else

No road’s before eyes,
Autos, autos, nothing else
Between them are spots in types
Two most beatiful models.

They allegedly connected
By the cable, which has torn
Afterburners got retired
Business’ closed for marathons

Allegedly they know the cost of the game
God help to escape - they all will be billed.
And who knows, maybe he’ll present a speech to her
By the means of the horn, or somehow else

This assemblage of the cars
Got insulted - intercession
Gray McLaren’s drifted ass
Lamborghini shall be taken!

Watch your way and see the fork!
You can risk, you have a sense
Don’t be late, o gosh, you missed
Well, McLaren is not Benz

Well, they knew the cost of the game
Does it make now a sense to honk to billboards
Or, who knows, maybe throw the burden off
Literally from a hood of a car, or somehow else

Luck, the fork and that is ill
Ways apart and you’re not here
This is luck and event will
Separate both us, oh, dios!

Lamborghini gets converged
While McLaren’s seventh speed
Was to late to get resurged -
Just the brakes didn’t act as need

Well, is the convergence an empty dream?
Is it appeared as blood feud against cities?
They are rolled wheels and axes down
With the motorsport hearts and transmissions.